The Last Stormy Night

I take a barefoot walk one summer night,   
With childhood scent, I clutch a pot pourri,     
Beside the rocks I’ll drop a flake or three.    
A storm begins and sets the sky alight.     
I’ll not be ‘fraid; embrace the rains — delight!
A wind swept voice, I hear it calling me,  
Across the beach a shadow I can see.     
I see my mem’ries flash as you’re in sight.     
My friend, I’m glad you came — so much to tell,  
Like times bygone; make footprints in the sand,
Then wash away the sand between our toes;
Before we share a friendly hug farewell.    
We’ll spin a tale or two, that will be grand  
And watch the sun, beyond the sea it goes.  

©Alima J Sep 2017

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